Page 63 of Bride of the Sea King

“Put your hands in my hair,” he commanded.

I reached back, and he released my hip long enough to help me find the strands. When my fingers dug in, he growled in a way that made goosebumps break out on my arms.

“Don’t be afraid to hurt me. I want to see you lose control entirely.”

Triton grabbed my hip again, readjusting my position before he finally drove in one more time at the same pace as before.

My back curved like a fucking rainbow as my head tilted back, the pleasure tearing through me so hard that I screamed as I writhed. Yanking Triton’s hair, I held on through the intense climax.

The pleasure was consuming in a way it had never been.

Thekingwas consuming in a way nothing had ever been.

He lost control with me again, and I only noticed because he throbbed through his release, dragging my own pleasure out longer.

I was sweating and panting when I recovered from the climax. My legs were shaking a little. The rest of me was, too.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, my face against the wall and my fingers still locked in Triton’s hair. I was pretty sure I’d pulled at least a few strands out when I lost control, but I was going to blame him for that.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I’m going to pass out.”

He chuckled roughly. “Good.” Triton stroked my hips as he slid out of me slowly.

It was ridiculous how much I missed the feel of him when he did.

“Done? I thought you said three,” I mumbled, looking over my shoulder at him.

He leaned in long enough to brush his lips against mine for a quick kiss. “I did. I’m going to take the last one in our bed. You traded a kiss for the chance to sleep with me, remember?”

“Vaguely.”

His lips curved slightly. The man looked far more relaxed than he had earlier, though his eyes were still hot and his erection was still huge.

I watched without moving as he fixed his clothes and grabbed mine off the ground. When he helped me into them gently, my throat swelled.

I was starting to feel emotions about the king, whether I wanted to or not.

“This doesn’t mean I’m on board with the breeding thing,” I warned.

He snorted. “Sweetheart, I don’t give a fuck about breeding right now.”

“Right nowimplies that you will eventually.”

He eased me away from the wall and turned me around so we faced each other, then cupped my cheeks. “Immortality is really fucking long. There’s a pretty high chance that you’ll eventually decide you want a baby, even if it’s three hundred years from now. Everyone does. It’s a natural part of life. The fact that you’re here and mine is what I care about first and foremost.”

I wasn’t sure I believed him completely, but the words did settle me a little.

“Alright.”

He picked me up gently, holding me like a princess as he carried me down the hall. “Like a queen, actually,” he murmured.

“Either open your mind to me or get out of my head,” I grumbled back.

He chuckled, and I let out a soft breath as Ifelthis mind open to me. “That better, Sweetheart?”

“Yeah. Don’t block me out again.”

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